Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

By ???

The moon shines bright in the San Francisco night, ‘Tis summer, the people are gay. The hares are off and the pack is such a sight, While waiting there they sing and play. All around the world everywhere it is the same, All merry, all happy and drunk. They ran here and there chasing hash like its a game, Then to Hash House Harrier House, they slunk.

CHORUS: Drink some more my matey, Oh down some beer today. We will sing one song for the Hash House Harrier House, And for all Hash House Harriers far away.

They hunt no more for the paper and the hares, On meadow, the hill and the sea, They sing no more in the circle of the hash, We miss them now that they’re with ‘G.’ We lift our beers to the mem’ry of their runs, We talk of their trails and their song. The time has come when the hashers end their fun, Then for Hash House Harrier House we long.

The virgins come and the trails are ever laid, Wherever there’re hares and the hounds. Where pubs are found and the beer ever made, The Hash House Harrier House abounds. A few more days and we run again on the trail, To Hash House Harrier House for ale.